[She almost pulls him down with her, but in the end she hits the floor and Natsuno jerks back upright. Another metallic groan, and the bike's base cracks, dropping Natsuno a few inches down. Ow indeed.
He slouches in his seat, looking from the scoreboard to the laughing Clarke. Natsuno's mouth quirks and he lets out a quiet huff, followed by a low chuckle.
It's not nearly as long as his friend's lauhging fit, but it's more than he had in six months.]
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He slouches in his seat, looking from the scoreboard to the laughing Clarke. Natsuno's mouth quirks and he lets out a quiet huff, followed by a low chuckle.
It's not nearly as long as his friend's lauhging fit, but it's more than he had in six months.]